Tacos

Lunch time At Funimation-

Jerry Jewel the well know Voice of Russia was sitting in a hall watching some rare Oddity unfold. J. Michael TATUM had gotten sick in the sound booth he claimed it had to be something he ate, for he had felt fine that morning. he had long since gone home for the day, now it was just amusing watching the cleaning crew, A.k.a. the 2 janitors try and decide who has to clean up the puke.

 after 5 minutes of boredom Jerry walked to a break room like aria and and dug his bag of hidden taco's from the back of a large fridge. "mmmmm..." he unwrapped one of the 2 and took a bite. when Eric Vale walked in the room and took the other taco. Jerry's eyes got wide and he turned quickly to see Eric eating 'his' taco. some of the Many things he could do about this flashed threw his mind. but he just twitched an eye and finessed his own taco. Revenge would be best served cold. like his Chicken taco's. 

 Latter that week Eric was sitting alone in the Break like room when everything went dark. he felt a hand on his mouth and rope being put around his hands. his first thought; 'Crap another fan girl. found the Studio...' he was shocked when he heard Jerry's voice. "So Eric... Up for a trip?" Eric felt a weird sensation in his neck and blacked out.

 About four hours and a few hundred miles later Eric Woke up he looked around the room. it was a Hotel of some kind. he looked around some moor and seen what he thought was Jerry on the bed... i looked like him... but... why did he have that grin? and what was with the fake wings? "Did you finally loose it?" Eric asked bluntly. 

 Jerry stood up and stretched the black feathery wings before saying; "No... But your about to." Erick just let his mouth hang open and his eye twitch as the poorly Assumed weaker man walked closer. "Speechless? You know.. in re line of work, that is a bad thing."

 Eric's face got a little red and he suppressed the erg to yell, instead he calmly asked; "what's going on?"

 Jerry Frown and spoke in what most people would identify as Jimmy Kudo's voice "What? you don't know?"

 Eric quickly got a very annoyed look, he might like games but this... was taking it to far. even for Jerry! "this not funny." he stated and tried to move, only to be stopped buy the rope binding him to the small chair. 

 Jerry's face went to a happy grin again, and his voice back to normal. "You need to stop stealing my food... i get..."he looked up seeming like he was thanking. "a little upset when people take my food."

 Eric thought for a moment. "oh... wait? The Taco? that was last Monday right?... four days ago! and i do not take food from you..." he thought for a moment and Jerry raised an eyebrow before Eric finished with. "Often..."

 Jerry rolled his eyes. "one to many times." he leaned down in to Eric's face and smiled big. 

Eric had a chill run down his spine but only showed it a little. What maid the odd ginger scary all of a sudden? was it the wings? or was it that he new the man was a little off to start, or maybe it was that he is tied to a chair and can't move. He gulped a bit expecting the worst.

 Jerry drug a table over in front of Eric, Which confused the hell out of him. it was set nicely like a dinner for two. there was even a Roast Chicken in the middle and mood lighting candles. All Eric could think was; 'Okay Jerry just went from Weirdo to insane.' 

 Jerry sat down and pulled a leg off the chicken. "Now you will watch me eat..." Eric was really really confused now. but then again... it is Jerry. 

 After about 5 minutes of watching Jerry eat. Eric had had enough. "this is really the best you have got? really? its not even my chicken!"

Jerry smirked and said with a mouth full of chicken; "I used your Money to buy it, to pay for the room, and to cook it. you also paid for me to get some new shoes and a hat!" Eric deeply wished he could move his arm to face palm but instead rolled his eye's.

 "so how much did all the cost Exactly?" Eric asked in a grumpy voice.

"About 1,800 big ones..." Jerry said cheekily. Eric's eyes got wide and his mouth hung open as he thought about it. 'my wife... is not going to like hearing about this...'

 -About two weeks later.

 Jerry once again maid his way to the break room, he got in the fridge and his food was already gone. "what?" he looked around the room to see a note. he picked it up and read it; 

 'Dear Jerry, Tie me to a chair and spend my money again, and my wife says... i have to kill you.

                               With Love Eric-

Oh... and P.S. your Taco's where good today!

 Jerry stood there for a moment before twitching a bit. "Eric! YOU WILL PAY!"